The Dramatic Saga of Peter Q. Kleeshay

By: Billy_Ray77

Chapter Eight:

The hallway was crowded, as it always was between classes. Megan was standing at her locker with the usual entourage. Since she had been the one most affected by Pete's nefarious actions, she had taken charge of that particular situation.

"Chad, you and a couple others go over to Carla's at lunch and see if Pete is still out. I don't want the little bastard getting away. I'm going home and check on all those zombies at my house, anyone want to come with me?"

Before anyone could volunteer, the double doors at the end of the hall exploded inward and pieces of metal and large chunks of wood flew through the crowd, knocking several to the floor. The hall erupted in screams of pain and fear, but above it all thundered a thunderous voice.

"MEGAN!" Boomed Pete. "Where the FUCK are you?!"

Chad and some other football players charged Pete, but he just smiled and stood there until they were almost on him, then he raised his hand and they stopped cold still yards from him. They didn't just stop as in frozen, they stopped as in hit a brick wall and bounced off writhing in pain.

"You assholes want to play? Fine, I think you should play with each other."

The three young men crawled all over each other, ripping off designer clothing to reveal their swollen carnal soldiers and they eagerly began trying to roger each other in whatever way they could.

Megan turned but when she tried to run she found that, although her mind was sending all the appropriate signals to her legs, the legs themselves refused to cooperate. Pete approached her, outwardly calm but with a hot visceral rage burning in his eyes. He came around to face her, his fierce countenance mere inches away from her fear filled features.

"I bet you're scared and confused. I might do something about the confused part - I haven't decided yet, but you're right to be scared. In fact, you should be very scared. If you thought I made you do humiliating things before, you have no idea how miserable I am going to make you now. For starters, I'd like you to meet your new boyfriend, Bernie."

Pete allowed her to turn around and to her horror, she saw an old nasty homeless man shuffling towards her purposefully.

"I found him in an alley on my way here from Carla's house. Now, according to him, he hasn't had a bath in almost two years and he is extremely dirty and stinky. You have a big heart, don't you? Of course you do. The homeless need love too."

Pete turned to address the homeless man, "Bernie, this is Megan, she will be your new girlfriend. And, I am almost certain that you will find she is very affectionate, adventurous and uninhibited."

Bernie's eyes lit up with lust and glee.

"Please, Pete," begged Megan, realizing that Pete's power had grown far beyond the mere suggestions she had been subjected to before. She didn't know how he had gotten so powerful but having been a high-ranking member of her witch coven she knew awesome power when she saw it. "Don't make me do this. I'll change; I'll be the loving big sister you've always wanted. Please Pete, I promise I'll willingly and happily do anything you ask. Well... anything else... just... you know... not this."

"Fuck You! You had that chance. You had the last sixteen years to be nice to me. You had the last sixteen years to be nice to Mindy. But you decided to be the queen bitch. Tell me one time you showed any mercy to Mindy or I, and I may consider sending Bernie away."

"I... there was..."

"One time, Megan, just one fucking time. You can't do it can you?"

"There has to be at least one time, Pete." Tears began streaming down her face. "Please, Pete, don't do this. I'll suck your cock every day - five times a day, more if that's what you want."

"I'm gonna get my cock sucked anyway. Speaking of which, where did Carla go?" Pete looked around and finally saw her trying to hide behind the water fountain, betrayed by her marvelous ass, which was peeking out from behind the appliance.

"Come here you little bitch!"

Carla stood and, as though she were a marionette puppet, walked with jerky, award motions to Pete.

"You're a real bitch, you know that?"

"How are you doing this?" Carla asked with tears in her eyes.

"That hardly answers the question. Do you or do you not, know that you are a real bitch?"

"I don't think..."

"That's your fucking problem. You don't think. How would you like it if you never thought again? I could reduce your intelligence to that of a carrot. What do you think of that?"

"You couldn't do that? Could you?"

"Look at your boyfriend."

Carla looked over to the pile of naked football players to see Chad on his hands and knees slurping on one guy's porridge pump while his best friend was enthusiastically packing his fudge. He was using a free hand to pound his own pickle. She felt a cold sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Didn't he used to beat the shit out of guys that he 'thought' were gay? How do you think he feels now? Never mind, I'll ask him."

Pete walked over to Chad and his friends, "Hey, Chad, what do you think of what you're doing?"

Chad took a short break from the skin flute he was playing, "This is great! I don't know what I ever saw in those icky girls." He had a big smile on his face and as soon as he finished talking he eagerly wrapped his mouth back around the thick cum-stick waving in front of him.

Pete turned back to Carla, "So if I wanted to turn you into a dimwitted bimbo who thinks a pole dance in a room full of drunken sailors makes you a celebrity and that cat is spelled with a k, what could stop me? I'll tell what could stop me - nothing could stop me!"

Carla's face went ashen and her eyes widened in terror.

"Take off your clothes, bitch. Both of you bitches."

Megan and Carla whimpered in half-hearted protest as their bodies began carrying out the command that their brains desperately wanted to refuse, Bernie, eye fucking Megan, began to giggle with an insane cackle and a little drool slipped out of the corner of his mouth carving a faint channel through the stubble and grime on his chin.

Pete grabbed Carla, groping her all over, fondling and caressing every inch of her smooth taught skin and kneading her firm round ass and plump snuggle pups. He tried to push a finger into her tuna muffin but found it was too dry.

"What's the matter, Carla, aren't you excited about fucking me?"

Pete saw quick calculations running through Carla's mind as she tried to figure out how to manipulate Pete and use this latest development to her own advantage.

"Why, of... of course I am, I... I just haven't gotten over being scared yet, give me a little time and I'll have my hot tight little cunny all juiced up for you. I'll fuck you real good too, you'll see. I'll fuck you better than any other girl you can find. It'll be you and me, Pete. We'll make a great team."

She wasn't used to being on the receiving end of any bad situation - she was hot and popular. Pete, on the other hand, was a nerdy loser. There was no way she was going to lose to the likes of him regardless of whatever power he had stumbled into - it just wasn't the way the world worked. Winning was what people like her did, and losing was what people like Pete did. She would just have to play along until she could figure out a way to get the upper hand.

"You really think you can fool me?" Pete said scornfully, having picked the developing plot out of the beautiful cheerleader's mind as easily as a migrant farm worker picks an orange. Of course the farm worker wouldn't have to be migrant in order to be good at picking oranges, native workers can certainly pick oranges just as good - but then there is nothing necessarily wrong with migrant workers either, despite some folks concern regarding the legal status of some of them, which, while there are some people who would say, "undocumented immigrants are not a problem," there are others who would reply "they are a problem." To which the first group would counter, "Are not!" Thus garnering the response, "Are so!" At which point the whole thing degrades into name-calling and no helpful discussion ever really takes place.

The basic point being made here, however, was that it was now just as easy for Pete to read a mind as it would be for a farm worker, either native or immigrant, whose legal status either does or does not matter, to pick an orange - assuming, of course, that said farm worker was indeed working in an orange grove and had a high degree of proficiency at his (or her) job.

Pete, despite his new power, was totally unaware of the controversy sparked by this latest analogy and was concentrating his lustful attentions on the gorgeous and nicely naked, Carla.

"I'm gonna fuck you whether you want me to or not. You're getting wet now aren't you? Do you know why you're getting wet? It's not because you're getting over being scared of me, it's because you are scared of me that's why - how do you like it? How do you like being scared?"

Pete had his finger fully inserted into Carla's now dripping beef jacket. He slid it around watching her become more excited despite the terror filling her eyes.

"You've kept me scared for years. Everyday I was afraid of coming to school, afraid to walk down the hall, afraid to go to lunch. Well now you are going to be afraid every day, afraid that I won't fuck you. From now on you will need sex every day. Every day you don't have sex your need and desire will grow until it becomes an undeniable necessity and I will be your only source of release."

With that he pushed the gorgeous honey blonde cheerleader up against the lockers, dropped his pants and drove his raging nine iron deep into her sopping fur divot. Carla screamed in orgasm at the quick invasion and her knees went weak requiring Pete to hold her in place with his mind as he slammed repeatedly into her quivering mound of love pudding.

He looked over at Bernie with a big smile. "Hey, Bernie! You wanna know a secret about that slut?" he asked nodding at Megan. "If you show her your cock she won't be able to resist sucking it."

"Pete! No, I beg you!"

"Fuck you, sister dear. Oh, look, Bernie has a present for you."

Megan turned to look and with distressed excitement she immediately fell to her knees in front of the dirty homeless senior citizen.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "The smell!" Then she enthusiastically stuffed the inflating tube steak into her mouth. Much to Pete's amusement he saw her silently retch a little as her nose hit the crusty trousers. Old Bernie tangled his grimy fingers into her golden blonde hair leaning over her with a silly grin on his face. Another small stream of drool slipped from his mouth and landed on Megan's head.

"How can this feel so good?" Carla implored having returned from her afterglow. "You disgust and terrify me, but your cock is the most amazingly amazing thing I've ever had in my pussy."

"Good, then you won't mind sucking it." Sneered Pete, pulling out of her.

"After you've been in me? Eww... please don't make me do that."

"Suck it, bitch. Don't worry; I'll make sure you like it. I'll make sure you like a lot."

Carla felt herself drop to her knees involuntarily. She grabbed Pete's porn pole and sucked it into her greedy gob.

"Mmmm." She moaned in orgasm at the first taste of her own juices.

"That's the way baby, take it all, yeah that's good. Slobber it up good, a little more, c'mon, I want a nice thick coat of spit all over it. Just like that."

"Why do you want a thick..." Carla started to ask when, much to her surprise, she suddenly sprang to her feet, turned her back on Pete and bent over. "Oh, no."

"You've always had the hottest ass in school, haven't you, Carla? You always told me not to look at it. Well I'm looking at it now, and you know what? I gonna do more than look at it, I'm gonna fuck it. I'm finally gonna pound my big cock into the ass that has gotten me beaten up more times than all the other asses around this school put together."

Pete couldn't help but run his hands once more around the round firm cheeks that had dominated so many of his masturbation fantasies over the years. When he pushed the head of his thick anal intruder against her puckering rosebud, the heady feeling of power swelled within him like an airbag after a head on collision.

"Please, Pete! Not there! I've never done it there." Her voice trailed off into a whimper as she realized the futility of her protests. "Ahhhhh!" she screamed when Pete shoved his entire ass bat into her tiny poop chute, which, thanks to his commands, slowly adjusted to his massive presence. "Ow... ow... oh... oh... shit... so good... mmm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Oh Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"This is even better than your pussy. Oh yeah. I'm not gonna last too long inside this hot little ass. Hey, Bernie! How you doing over there buddy?"

The old bum turned his head towards Pete as another string of drool escaped his slack yet grinning mouth, and Pete could see in his eyes that he was about to blow.

"Make him cum, Megan. You better make him cum and you better swallow every drop."

He slammed into Carla's tight round ass with renewed vigor. A few feet away, Bernie grunted as he flooded Megan's throat with his thick hot homeless sperm soup. Pete waited a few minutes while Megan drained every drop. Then when she was done.

"Megan!" he chortled with a big smile. "Do you remember your instructions regarding my cum?"

He laughed out loud when he saw her eyes again grow wide with horror as she realized the command that her witch friends had removed, was back. "I... I crave it. I need to eat it when ever I see you cum."

"Whenever and..." he prompted.

"Where ever." She squeaked, her eyes riveted on his swollen semen semi driving relentlessly up Carla's Hershey highway.

"I hope you're hungry, this bitch is going to make me cum buckets"

Her previous conditioning reinstated, Megan's outward dread was quickly replaced by enthusiasm and she knelt before her little brother, tickling his balls while she encouraged him to blow his nut deep inside her friend's fudge factory so she could suck it right back out.

Megan's distress and transformation, along with the tight hole he was fucking soon had his balls boiling and he felt the steaming cream sauce surging up his engorged meat twinkie to spray copiously into Carla's bowels as she came with the force of a hurricane.

He pulled out and leaned against the lockers as Megan did her best to retrieve every drop. That was when he noticed the janitor standing a few yards away watching him.

"Are you finished?" The man asked calmly.

Pete hastily pulled up his pants trying to ignore the slurping noises coming from the two blonde beauties a mere two feet away. "Look, Mr. Johnson, I don't have anything against you and I have no reason to hurt you. I think you should just mind your own business." He added a strong mental boost to his words and waited for the man to walk away.

Instead of leaving, the simple janitor stated, "I think you should come with me."

Pete was confused but undaunted. "I said I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't get the fuck out of here." He pushed ahead of him with telekinesis. The items on the floor around the janitor flew in the opposite direction but he stood his ground. Finally Pete blasted out with so much mental force that it was almost visible and he was shocked to see that it split in front of Mr. Johnson, flowing completely around him.

Exhausted he slumped back against the lockers. "You're not really a janitor are you?"

"Actually I am a janitor, of sorts. Are you ready to come with me now?"

"I suppose I don't have any other options, do I?"

"Look son, my main objective is to help you, and, even though I really don't have any way to prove that, I would think that since I apparently know more about what is going on than you do, it would only be logical for you to accompany me. I will gladly answer any questions you may have."

Pete thought about it for a few minutes and realized that the other man's appeal to his own sense of logic and innate intelligence made sense. He had been playing it by ear, fumbling through learning what he could and could not do. Mr. Johnson was offering to help him and he did seem to know what was going on - or at the very least, he wasn't as surprised as Pete was by what was going on.

When Pete had awakened, locked in a bedroom in Carla's house, he had tried pushing on the locked door, but before he had even touched it, the door blew off its hinges. He had immediately recognized the power of telekinesis and naturally wondered if he had mind control powers as well. He had gone outside and found the mailman walking by. A few innocuous experiments later, which included having healed his injured hand by simply concentrating on for a while, a confident Pete had headed for the school, picking up Bernie along the way. He had been so bent on revenge that he hadn't had time to be amazed at his new power, or to think through the rash actions he had carried out. A concern that was just beginning to occur to him.

"Okay, but what about all this?" He asked gesturing around at the scene in the hallway. Megan was on her knees, huddled against wall, looking a little green, Carla was rubbing her asshole, slowly recovering from her intense afterglow - and Carla's other asshole, Chad was now humping away on his teammate's ass while getting reamed himself and there was a thick piece of one-eyed wonder snake shoved down his throat. The biggest problem Pete could see was the huge crowd of stunned classmates standing and watching the whole sordid tableau.

"All what?" asked the janitor with a sweeping gesture of his hand.

Astonished, Pete watched as the crowd dispersed, apparently having forgotten what they had just witnessed, the football players calmly disentangled themselves, donned their clothing and walked away while Chad wandered over to join Pete, Carla and the rest. The girls got dressed and Bernie zipped up.

Pete was astonished at the ease with which the more-than-a-janitor had dealt with so many people at one time. At the same time he began to get concerned about where he would be taken and whom the man actually worked for. By now Pete was fairly certain it wasn't the school board.

"So... uhm... where are you taking me?"

"Where would you like to go?"

This, Pete realized, was about the only answer that would have assuaged his fears. So it was with confidence and a much easier mind that he answered.

"I think I need to check on my house," Pete said with a side-glance towards Megan who suddenly looked very uncomfortable, "I don't know how everyone there has been treated."

"We... we didn't hurt anyone," stammered Megan, "did we, Carla?"

"Of course not," Carla intoned, her voice still carrying a dreamlike quality to it, "we just locked them in the master bedroom, they have water to drink and even have a toilet they can use."

"In that case," said Pete with a disgusted look, "we better hurry since I don't think Megan bothered to let them out for breakfast this morning." He moved toward the door with small band in trail. Megan had an uncomfortable look of guilt on her lovely face.